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Post away! But why is so much poetry of today so depressed? Pff. THIS is classical poetry!

Mock on, mock on, Voltaire, Rousseau;
mock on, mock on; 'tis all in vain!
You throw the sand against the wind,
and the wind blows it back again.
-William Blake

Last edited by Weiila; 06-13-2004 at 01:35 PM.

New fanfic quote:

"I am indeed a spy, milord, but not for the enemies of Mordor or the Master. Instead, I serve a different master, a group called the Protectors of the Plot Continuum. Milord, have you ever heard of 'fanfiction'?"
"Aye. A particularly odious form of sorcery, by all accounts."
/.../
"Yes. And have you heard of 'fangirls'?"
"They are but a legend! A fearful legend, but a legend nonetheless."
-Architeuthis of the Protectors of the Plot Continuum and High Nazgul of the Ringwraiths
From "Intelligence Briefs for the PPC: The Beginning" by Architeuthis

As such, to kick this thread off in fine style, I'll post a number of poems of mine:

Fallen Flag

The sky turned gray
The air became stale
Everything we seemed to stand for had just failed
Over run with a thick black smoke
Tears of pain and feelings of disdain
Run rampant amongst our folk
In the distance a star bright shone
On a country torn to beneath the bone
Radiating in the darkness this star did guide
Our missiles as they wrecked another countries pride
Day by day, night by night
We take our vengeance with a helpless fright
Ignorance is bliss, but pain is not
Will this flood ever seem to stop?
Can this river come to a close
Crashing its final blow in the deathly cold
Oh, how can we be so bold
To be so hurt when we were told
That our towers would collapse
And our pain be sold
Amongst villainy and evil so cruel
That they would dare complete what we have fueled
Nothing that has happened can validate the actions
Of a few select men who can't bury the hatchet
And on this day we remember those who were slain
In the name of a cause we still fight for today
Freedom of mind and freedom of choice
All anyone wants is for someone to hear their voice
Amidst the chaos, the yelling, the fear
Hold this day close but don't shed a tear
Those that deserve them will never hear

Forever

There is a room
At the end of the hall
Where the sun shines like spring
And the air bites like fall
In this room is where I lay
Lifeless and dry
In this room is where I say
Forgive me or I'll die
In this room is where I stay
I can't escape the pain
In this room is where I pray
And where happiness is feigned
Forgiveness is what I seek
It's what I need to breathe
I'll forever live in seclusion
If you give me what I need
This is all I have to say
I hope you take it with heart
I hope your days go well
For mine have yet to start

Sanitarium

White washed walls with pillow cases
Surrounded by unfamiliar faces
A million places Iíd rather be
Canít find a way to set myself free
Needles sting like treacherous bees
Poke Poke Poke
Choke Choke Choke
ďCroaked he didĒ one of them say
But they just canít find a way to make me stay
Over their heads I float float float
Out the window and onto a boat
Put on my coat, full ahead bloke!
ďThis ones lost it, pull the supportĒ

Entrapment

Trapped in the midst of jungle twine
Creeping death up and down my spine
Drifting in and out of conscious mind
Whispering within the wind, the spirit finds
A soulless beast encroached in vines
Forever shall he remain this way
If only to keep the demons at bay

Still, to adorn his humble youth,
Nor wealth nor birth their treasures yield;
But he who seeks the flowers of truth,
Must quit the garden for the field.

I'm not going to post all my old ones here for two reasons: they were written in something of a bad time personally, and there were a heap of them; I don't want to clutter this with the old. I will, however, link to that thread.

I can't... No I can't
Please take my hand
Lead the way
I'm too scared to stay
You are my light
My guide trough hell
Inside...

-----------------------
Same old feelings

I loved you so
but gave it all away
And watched you go
Cause I was to shy to say

"I Love You"

I'm going home
To lay on my bed
And think of the things
I never said

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Loner

What I am is what you are
We're all the same deep in our heart
Some have the courage to show
Others don't. That's no shame
But you try to hide it
So badly, there's growing hate
Hate against yourself
And me

What's the use? What did I do?
Is it my fault you're scared
Of you're own inner skin
All I did was being me
And here's my question for today
Do You Really Hate Me For Being Me?

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ÜtrustÜ

You don't trust me,
Cause I've done some things wrong.
But how can I regain what's lost,
If you pretend it has never been there?
Like I never did good...

Did i always hurt you?
Where you always in so much pain?
And if so
Why'd you always blame me?
Is it my fault i'm not perfect
Like I never tried to fuckin please...

You never gave me anything
And that's what you're gonna get back from me

------------

Part of me

I don't know what's with me lately
When I see you I forget completely
I stop and stare in your eyes
And totally forget about the times
When i was all alone
Left behind cause I refused to be a clone
I'm not used to it anymore
To being alone in my room on the floor
I'd give up everything
Just to have you with me
I Realised something recently

ah ha i found another old one.. it's actually lyrics i once wrote for a hardcore song it once suited the feelings i had for this world

Way Of Life

Iíve done this before
Knocking at some door
Crashing it with a shotgun blast
Murdering you lightning fast
Running away stepping in the car
Then my friends drive me far

C-Blunt Chronic-T mates till the end
Us three nobody can make bend
Piss us off and your lifeís a crash
Within the blink of an eye, a flash
The bullet going trough your brain
That doesnít matter you were insane

Anyways, this is the story of my life
I think killing you ends the strife
But first you gotta know my name
Iím Lord Abortion, Ripping is my game
I feed on the blood, sweat and tears
They made me grow strong trough the years

This way of living, drinking smoking
All what comes in my way will be choking
Iím an open mind with closed hands
Around your neck till your life ends

Iím not trendy, so Iím not cool
Iím just making you a total fool
Rip out your eyes at first
Then drink your blood and end my thirst
What the fuck youíre dead already
Guess you donít wanna go steady

Iíll cut my way trough time
Never committing some small crime
Violence is my second nature
Hate is another feature
Iím never giving this up
Cause I never had time to grow up

My youth was one fucked misery
But thatís the past, Flashbacks cause agony
The future Iím not talking bout either
Cause Iím not caring for neither
The present is what counts to me
Right now Iím all I wannabe

This way of living, drinking smoking
All what comes in my way will be choking
Iím an open mind with closed hands
Around your neck till your life ends

Something I wrote in tiredness and fever (probably not good, too sick to tell)

Empty bed missing flesh green beauty two buttons smile whiter than the evil Aryan cloud besides me gone once there fleeting skin melts melds folds and bends bleeds and sings she cried out my name and now there is only the silent noise you hear after being submerged in calm water would she suddenly appear after blood stains sheets she'll stay there alone and dead I cannot have this cannot have the two black shoes walk into the flooded marsh. Squish squash squish squish they can hear you coming. There is no escape from them or Fate or Truth or bonds that have not been broken Damocles' sword cuts you or them decide the black screen flickers. Stern face appears content will all that has been done. Wait. There might be another that can finally help me rest but I have either not found her or Fate has not found us. I want to make her happy feed her purple ribbons and orange gravy topped with cherries or strawberry death. Eloquent in your misery yet at a loss for words when miserable, you sit here lids drooping moon falling from the sky onto an unsuspecting ground coughing your heart out instead of sleeping, and yet I would not say it was folly. If she will not get out of my head through words she shall flow through the ink on my paper. Burn the witch and hang me too bless me Father for I have sinned confession confession I'm thinking of the Truth the Truth must be let out for all pain to seace but some things you cannot comprehend it doesn't sink in. Or you know it all too well. I could pick up the phone right now and cleanse myself of Sin bt I won't for fear you might harm the fellow conspirator. Romance's elegy is more bitter than that of a mortal man.

Nobody close to me has died. Ever. Am I curst or blest? Can I know what pain is, at my young age? I thought I knew before, and now I know I don't. Pain picks up and throws me down, I only know part of it, but I know it intimately.

Revised for readability :D

I posted this above- but... I decided to give it a little structure. Let me know how you guys like it. :D
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Empty bed
Missing flesh
Green beauty; two buttons
(Smile whiter than the evil Aryan cloud)
Besides me gone
Once there fleeting skin
Melts melds folds and bends
Bleeds and sings
She cried out my name, and now there is only the silent noise you hear after being submerged in calm water
Would she suddenly appear after blood stained sheets?

She'll stay there:
Alone and dead

I cannot have this.

I cannot have the two black shoes walk into the flooded marsh.
Squish squash squish squish they can hear you coming.
There is no escape from them or Fate or Truth or bonds that have not been broken
Damocles' sword cuts you or them
Decide

The black screen flickers; stern face appears content with all that has been done.

Wait.

There might be another that can finally help me rest
But I have either not found her or Fate has not found us
I want to make her happy
Feed her purple ribbons and orange gravy topped with cherries or strawberry death
Eloquent in your misery yet at a loss for words when miserable

Hades is lame
And can't play the rhyme game
He doesn't have the mind to be serious
To sit down and respect peoples effort and time
What a chump
I bet his booty goes bump bump bump
Every night with charlemange doin the hump hump hump

Don't diss serious effort. If you can't respect the work, then don't post.

Still, to adorn his humble youth,
Nor wealth nor birth their treasures yield;
But he who seeks the flowers of truth,
Must quit the garden for the field.

Here's something, it's halfway mine, because half of the lines are mine, but my dad played connect the dots with what I had on the computer and turned it into a poem. It doesn't have a title though.

The kiss that lingered between waking
And the last moment of a dream,
A farewell, from dream lover
A parting of the lips and a moment of remembrance
A love that exist only in the dream plane.
Through a dreamers eyes love is all around,
Yet most will never find it, for it is there out of reach
In a place between sleep and the consciousness.
Saddness dwell in the heart of those whose dreams were shattered.
Perhaps it is the dream that makes us truly lonely,
And not how we live.
Can true happiness be found only in a dream?
And what happens once you awaken...
The kiss is forgotten.

< Ezboarder > Use protection, and the only thing you test positive for is being awesome.

Originally Posted by Arac

That's a low blow; you know I'm lactose intolerant, and can accordingly only skim your whining, for health reasons.

Originally Posted by Sephiroth Katana

Ah yes, the good old "you're all pieces on a chessboard that I bought and own" bit. One of my favourites, it is. It almost makes one wonder why you're posting on a message board about video games.

unwanted, chase me
unscathed, wanna taste?
drenched, bitter
soaked, sour
dazed - crooked patterns
film my eyes over
sober - half a year to engage
swivel, to be unstable, to live like me
never giving, never wanting
never wanted

when good things
pretend to be haunting
step on me, stomp you out
rub your eyes, scream and shout
encased silence, free sound
candied dreams eat your heart out
shattered cries disturb the balance
of soft footsteps, are we alive yet?
peer into a mind, take comfort, take choice
misguide you to selfish noise
glaring eyes and wicked grins
detached words of sin
deformed act of punishment
my mind is set
convenience placed
to take the shape
of misgiving, forgotten ways

With wings of flame and fists of fury,
Unseen avengers fly.
Apart from the world of men,
Free like the wind, they soar and dive.

Darkness fades in their wake,
Demons run in fear.
All becomes silent, the air feels lighter
As the Razielim fly.

Nobody knows who they are,
Or how they got that name,
But nobody cares, for everyone is too busy
Admiring their wodnorous feats.

These avengers don't care for praise,
They live to carry out their task.
Fighting with heavenly fury,
They appear without warning.

Silent as the dead, fierce like a storm,
Pure like the stars.
These are reborn dreamers,
Back to fight for the Light.

Seraphs of Dawn, radiant beings,
They are the Razielim.
Bringers of justice, warriors of legend,
Avengers of the Fallen.

"By dreaming, we transcend and surpass simple life and the boundaries of time and space, touching the essence of eternity. Our dreams release us from the shackles of daily life and sometimes empower us to change reality."

right.. let's go again this is a very fucking old one.. but i dug it up yesterday and added a few things

Dark Embrace
by Chris van Zetten

As we embrace the dark
with the desire of being together
we took the darkness for granted
as it had always been

In our foolish attempts in the game of love
we embrace
darkness slips
right between
you and me

Our own darkness
The one thing that made us connect
made us fail each other
and our paths led astray
as we depart on to the next chapter
The hunger came back around
and the darkness of our souls
entered the next page without us

Rebirth of an embrace
destined to fail
and history repeats itself

In our foolish attempts
we embrace
darkness slips
right between
you and me

But still, I've got this feeling
high on the wings of my deathbed
there must be more, because
not since you left... have the waves come
and even with closed eyes I see you...
Feel your presence, surrounded by darkness

I didn't write this, but I remember reading it a long time ago and Perc recently copied it for me saying "I'd like it" and I did:

A Warrior's Creed
I have no parents-I make the heavens and the earth my parents.
I have no home-I make awareness my home.
I have no life or death-I make the tides of breathing my life and death.
I have no divine power-I make honesty my divine power.
I have no means-I make understanding my means.
I have no magic secrets-I make my character my magic secret.
I have no body-I make endurance my body.
I have no eyes-I make the flash of lightning my eyes.
I have no ears-I make sensibility my ears.
I have no limbs-I make promptness my limbs.
I have no strategy-I make 'unshadowed by thought' my strategy.
I have no designs-I make 'seizing opportunity by the forelock' my design.
I have no miracles-I make right-action my miracles.
I have no principles-I make adaptability to all circumstances my principles.
I have no tactics-I make emptiness and fullness my tactics.
I have no talents-I make ready wit my talent.
I have no friends-I make my mind my friend.
I have no enemy-I make carelessness my enemy.
I have no armour-I make benevolence and righteousness my armour.
I have no castle-I make 'immovable-mind' my castle.
I have no sword-I make absence of self my sword.
-Anonymous samurai, fourteenth century